and love too, will ruin us.

23. Female. Australia.

You had to stand there saying:

I love you, I love you, I love you
we’re soul mates, you and I, but that doesn’t mean it works
that doesn’t mean it works

that means my soul can’t bear to be without yours

but that doesn’t mean it works
"You Couldn’t Just Leave?" Trista Mateer

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My heart bleeds black blood for the monster.
Robert Lowell, from “Florence”


What I feel for you can’t be conveyed in phrasal combinations; It either screams out loud or stays painfully silent but I promise — it beats words. It beats worlds. I promise.
Katherine Mansfield, from The Collected Letters 


I am not what I imagined,
here I am the illusionist
and dupe of my illusions,
making the angels disappear, wishing them back again
Brook Emery, from Very Like a Whale


I wait for my shadow to forget me,
to take that one phantom step that I keep
from taking.
Greg Sellers, from Shy Boy


I hope
to have you forgotten
by noon. To know you
by your knees
palsied by prayer.
Kevin Young, from I am Trying to Break Your Heart


and it’s a war to feel whole
and it’s a fear to feel at all
and it’s the wonder at love
and it’s the weight of her
Chelsea Wolfe, Ancestors, the Ancients


No one can have a higher opinion of him than I have, and I think he’s a dirty little beast.
W. S. Gilbert 

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You did not understand what I am. I am love. I am pleasure, I am essence, I am an idiot, I am an alcoholic, I am tenacious. I am; simply I am…You are a shit.
Frida Kahlo, from an unsent letter to Diego Rivera


I love the abstract, delicate, profound, vague, voluptuously wordless sensation of living ecstatically.
Anaïs Nin, from a letter to Henry Miller


The lights flicker and the wheels clack. No one on the train can tell who’s driving, so you let go of the imaginary wheel. You lean back in your plastic seat and let your shoulders relax. In the seat across from you, a man is reading a newspaper. His ears look familiar. And the woman standing by the automatic doors—her wrists, how she moves her wrists strikes a chord deep inside you. Look at the teeth in the mouth of that little boy in the parka! You know those teeth! You’ve seen those teeth in somebody else’s mouth! All these parts trying to assemble themselves in front of you, as if to say Let me in, I’m still here, hello hello, you know me, you know…


[…] and I love you sideways daily. Sideways because I have to beam my love in all directions, hoping it bounces off something and eventually finds you.


I am not actually tired, but numb and heavy, and can’t find the right words. All I can say is: Stay with me, don’t leave me.
Franz Kafka, from Letters To Felice